seek benevolence

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The head of the White Deer Palace competed with all the heroes in the sword test meeting and won the top spot. The other disciples also achieved gratifying results, so the people in the palace naturally had a lot of excitement.It was only because there were so many trivial matters when I just came back from the mountain that I postponed the banquet for a few days.

Yu Su wrapped himself in a thick coat, but still felt cold.Before the Double Ninth Festival, the Baishou Mountain had already fallen frost.He was walking around the courtyard in his outer clothes, and the disciples in the palace were busy sweeping the floor, lighting up lamps, setting up tables and setting up wine, the atmosphere was like a festival.He lived here for a few days, and got acquainted with many juniors. At this time, he has nothing to do, and he will come forward to beat anyone who can help.

He originally thought that the people in the White Deer Palace were just like Xiao Huan's impression, cold and without fireworks.Even if you don't want to have fun, you can let go.Xiao Huan naturally sat at the head of the hall like stars holding the moon.There were quite a few people who came to congratulate him, and they were busy pushing and changing glasses all night.During the staggering of cups and cups, several jars of wine had bottomed out, and he was not seen to be very drunk, but his eyes were like a cave in the sky and a stone pool, and his eyes were blue and mighty.

Yu Su just joined in the fun and sat at a table in the corner, focusing on picking up vegetables and eating instead of drinking.The people at the same table laughed and made noises, and after Haishi, they fell into one piece, and the cups and plates were messed up.The banquet was over, and the night wind was blowing, Yu Su put on his cloak, got up and prepared to go back to his residence.He carried a paper lantern in his hand, and the faint light of the fire showed a hint of warmth in the night.From the dining room to the house where he lived, he had to turn several turns. He walked around several pavilions and passed outside a courtyard, but he heard the faint sound of sword dancing coming from inside.His heart moved, he stopped on the spot, and listened carefully for a while, but he heard the sword light whistling, the sharp sound was sonorous and powerful, as if a crack had been split between the sky and the earth out of thin air, the seashore was divided into two places, and the shock was endless.

He unconsciously moved closer, stood at the gate of the courtyard wall and looked in.The sword dancer inside is Xiao Huan.It was frosty in the autumn night, but he was only wearing a thin moon-white dress, holding a sword in one hand, his wrist flipped quickly, the sword was awe-inspiring in the light and shadow, and the coldness shone on the iron.The imposing manner is as if thousands of miles of wind and snow are in Kunwu, and the universe is moving.He couldn't help saying hello.On the other side, Xiao Huan held a sword flower, and put the sword behind his back.He picked up the jar of wine from the table in the courtyard, lifted the seal and poured it down.Yu Su frowned when he saw it, and blurted out: "The yellow soup hurts the body, the palace master hasn't had enough yet?" The words were already out of his mouth, and he realized something was wrong. The tone was too disrespectful—somehow he was so speechless. Blocked.

Xiao Huan didn't care about it. After drinking the jar of wine, he took out another sword from the seat and threw it at Yu Su.Yu Su raised his hand to catch it, held it in his hand and took it out of the sheath to look at it. He saw that the sword was slender, the blade was sharp and smooth, and it seemed to be radiant. The hilt was like warm jade, and it even felt warm in the hand.He was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Master, such a good sword, won't you be afraid of being violent if you hold it in my hand?"

Xiao Huan said: "I gave it to you, you take it." Fu raised his hand and raised his sword again, pointing at Yu Su, motioning him to draw his sword and come over.

Yu Su raised his eyebrows and jokingly said: "Palace Master, my internal injuries have not healed, and there is still poison in my body. Doesn't it mean that you are bullying the weak?"

Xiao Huan sneered: "The poison on the seven-star dart is not unsolvable. I asked Ye Qing to adjust your breath every day. I know how much better you are. If you are afraid that I will hurt you, it is easier than a sword move." yes."

Yu Su laughed and said: "Then you will be offended." After finishing speaking, the sword in his hand clanged, and he unsheathed it, and attacked Xiao Huan directly. It really didn't bring any internal strength, only relying on swordsmanship.The sword in Xiao Huan's hand was entangled with him, and when he saw each move, the two sharp weapons collided with each other, making a piercing sound.After ten strokes like this, Yu Su was confused for a while, and felt that the sword was too easy to use, as if it was tailor-made for himself.That Xiao Huan also had a tacit understanding with himself in every move, as if the two had already competed like this thousands of times.When he was in doubt, Xiao Huan sent his sword again, and he quickly raised his energy to block it with the horizontal sword. At the same time, he folded his entire upper body back, exerted force on his waist, and turned over.The opponent suddenly changed his move, quickly withdrew his sword, and swept towards him again.Yu Su was busy dodging, staggered and fell backwards.Xiao Huan stretched out his hand to help him, but was pulled by inertia. He hastily grabbed Yu Su's waist with one hand, turned the point of the sword instantly, and laid it across his neck, with his body stacked against the wall.

With Yu Su's waist tightly encircled by him, he felt his whole body go numb, and even the pain of his back slamming against the wall was not obvious.He still had the man's sword on his neck, and tried to raise his eyes to look at Xiao Huan, but saw that the man was also looking at him, the distance between the two was extremely close, and their breaths were entwined.Looking at each other in such silence for a moment, he sensed a charming atmosphere for no reason.Just as he was about to say something to break the embarrassment, Xiao Huan let go of his hand suddenly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and then he leaned forward, and his hand on Yu Su's waist tightened a bit.The tip of their noses touched each other, but before Yu Su could react, he felt a clear spring in the other's eyes, and he was speechless.

Xiao Huan's lips moved a bit, as if he said two words, but Yu Su didn't hear clearly.He clearly didn't drink tonight, but at this moment he seemed to be very drunk, and he was still a little cold like a fine snow, his eyes were in a trance, only Xiao Huan's eyes and the ground were covered with clear frost.Xiao Huan lowered his head slightly, his lips gradually moved closer to his, and Yu Su unconsciously held his breath.In the next second, there was no softness as expected, Xiao Huan's body sank, his head was buried in the hollow of his shoulder, and he closed his eyes while maintaining the posture of hugging him, as if he had fallen asleep.

Yu Su woke up instantly after being hit by him like this.His face seemed to be burning.He spit on himself secretly in his heart, and looked at Xiao Huan's face again, his face was full of exhaustion, probably because he drank too much wine tonight, it didn't show it just now, and now he was drunk by the wind.He secretly sighed in his heart, the eyes of the Palace Mistress of the White Deer Palace were so beautiful that he almost fell.

Holding the opponent's shoulder with his backhand, he tried to prop him up and drag him back into the house.He just supported half of his body, but he heard Xiao Huan murmuring intermittently, repeatedly.Curious, he lowered his body and leaned closer to listen—like a personal name.

"Ming Qiu?" Yu Su smacked his heart, feeling a little complicated.Thinking about it this way, Xiao Huan's abnormal behavior just now, could it be that he was drunk, misidentified the wrong person, and acted recklessly?

He was not in a good mood, and wanted to laugh at himself for being sentimental, but he felt that it didn't matter—and nothing irreversible happened.Xiao Huan was still reciting that name, his voice was trembling, as if there were a thousand unspeakable fears and nostalgia.

Yu Suquan pretended not to hear, and dragged him back into the room step by step, took off his shoes and socks and put on the quilt again, only to be belatedly thinking——he saw Xiao Huan in such a drunk state, would he be alive when he woke up tomorrow morning? Cut yourself?